San Jose, Costa Rica

One of the many times my job has left me without words.

I know, I totally need to make some of my own to bring along on these trips.

I have now been shamed into an endeavor that is, inherently, shameless.

Philipsburg, St. Maarten

St. Maarten was a bust. Tried to get this shot by the airport, but realized there are five variables that would have needed to align perfectly:

- Arrival times (roughly one big bird every hour or two)

- Weather (cloudy/rainy the whole time)

- Daylight (not the best time of year)

- Crowds (ever-present, rendering it hard to set up a shot)

- Tide (covered the sandy part of the shore during all daylight hours, giving me nowhere to dance)

And anyway, there are better versions out there of the same basic idea, like, say, this one...

 

Anyone out there got any connections who might be able to help me set something like that up?

The other big idea was to shoot a Sea Trek clip. The Sea Trek folks offered to help me get a shot on the ocean floor with nine of us dancing in front of a wrecked submarine. Alas, the remnants of Hurricane Tomas ensured that wasn't going happen.

The only bright spot in an otherwise cursed leg of the trip: met up with Melissa. She is coming along for the next two weeks. Hot dog!

Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago

Clearly there has been some elaborate misunderstanding.

Caracas, Venezuela

Instructions on what to do if you should happen upon a miniature ground sloth. I'll spare you the suspense: pick it up and put it back in the tree.

Also, gas costs $0.12 per gallon here. Lowest in the world. And it's half that at the black market exchange rate. Fill your car for under a dollar, then try not to think about the consequences